Come To Terms Part 3


How good am I masking it?
I've been playing in the rain for days,
just cannot drown the hell I'm in.
I live in fear, the igniter.
Its a continuous war, struggle, fire.
The flames only grow higher, higher.
The color only burns brighter, brighter.
And I can't take much more of this.
How good am I masking it?

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